"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

asked, noticing her mother's hesitation. She motioned for her to sit on the

No need for water." Mrs. Ormond studied her daughter for a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from a business trip. Why don't you take

to process

his cooking was exceptional-so exceptional that Elora hadn't gotten tired of it after all this

assumed her daughter's private chef arrangement would only last for a short period,

to Elora, but she hadn't thought too

After all, Tatum wasn't just any chef-he was the

successful individuals. It was only natural that her attitude toward Tatum

expected sparks to fly

young men in the city. But none of

kind of man her daughter was waiting

simply say she wasn't focused on relationships. Her priority was managing the company and training her younger brother

and the fact that Elora was

Mrs. Ormond

particular about her

power made them a target. If Elora married the wrong man— someone

suffer in an unhappy marriage, but she could also be manipulated, leading

business, the risk of outsiders gaining control was a

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